Who Are You?

To them nosy parkers.

I'm an intruder who stays in this building.

With an ever growing damp on the right corner of my ceiling.

On an otherwise day, I may mean no harm. 

Because as a child, I suppose I had a dairy farm.

But tell me O Stranger, how fare you this night?

The clouds are yellow. But by all means, they seem alright.

Cursing and shadowing, the games shall begin

Let's eat some breakfast and down some sherry and gin.

I see that your beady eyes are taut with suspicion. 

And your beard is not suiting you, I should probably mention.

Perhaps a Joseph or an Iago will try to save you - 

Or why don't you knock on my door, when both of them fail to.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting piece filled with sinister threat and dread. I fear the rhyming has forced lines for rhymings sake though?

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Yes..thank you for pointing out.